Last week I saw the play “Ripcord” at the Huntington Theater in Boston, a hilarious comedy by David Lindsay-Abaire,
and one of the rare plays that features life among the older set. Ignore the
unrealistic depiction of assisted living—the playwright does not seem to
distinguish between assisted living facilities and nursing homes—or the mischaracterization
of who live in assisted living—the play features two women who are entirely too
vigorous to require assisted living, let alone the nursing-home-like facility
in Ripcord. It’s nonetheless a vivid, if exaggerated portrait of some of the poignant
struggles of older life. Ripcord introduces us to two of the zaniest and most
memorable elderly fictional characters in recent memory, Abby and Marilyn,
forced by circumstance to become roommates.
Both Abby and Marilyn, in their own very different ways, need to come to
terms with troubled relationships. Marilyn was married to an alcoholic and
perhaps abusive man; Abby’s only son is a drug addict from whom she has long
been estranged. Both women find themselves in a new phase of life and have to
adapt to straitened circumstances, a task that Marilyn performs with grace and
Abby with vitriol. But redemption comes for both of them, as Marilyn’s ability
to see the good in everyone, from the aide at the facility to her lugubrious
roommate finally rubs off on Abby, and Abby’s insistence on
telling-it-like-it-is allows Marilyn to acknowledge and accept the flaws in her
marriage.
In its eccentric and sometimes over-the-top fashion—the “ripcord” of the
title refers to the cord the two older women must pull to open their parachute
while skydiving—this play brings to life one of the major insights of
contemporary geriatrics: at least as important as pills and procedures for a
good quality of life in old age is a robust social network. In the end, it is
not fame or fortune that mark a life as having been worth living, but the
relationships we forge with others.
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